Chapter 65

(Sebastian POV)

I am walking out the door of the packhouse, suitcase in hand, when I am stopped by my mother. Because of course I am.

“Where do you think you are going?” she demands.

“I need to get away for a few days to clear my head,” I say dismissively.

“So where are you going to go?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes. You are going to be the alpha of this pack soon. We need to know where you are